d.: Well, Cal.E. and I got our wires crossed. She went to see T.J., and I needed to take care of some personal business. I wasn’t prepared to write this blog by myself, so I asked Ralph to join me today . .Ralph, how are you doing since your mom left you alone this weekend to visit your brother in another city?
RALPH: Awful
I think one of the prettiest things that I ever had the pleasure of comin' up with
I'm So Lonesome, I Could Cry
Hear that lonesome whippoorwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight train is whining low
I'm so lonesome, I could cry
I've never seen a night so long
And time goes crawling by
The moon just went behind the clouds
To hide its face and cry
Did you ever see a robin weep
When leaves begin to die?
Like me, he's lost the will to live
I'm so lonesome, I could cry
The silence of a falling star
Lights up a purple sky
And as I wonder where you are
I'm so lonesome, I could cry
That's a good one
It's a lonesome song, ain't it?
Ain't that lonesome, woo
Now you can't get any much lonesome right, can you?
Want to whip a will so lonesome it can't fly
He done got lonesome, man
He needs some company, bad
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Hank Williams Sr.
I'm so Lonesome I Could Cry lyrics © Sony/atv Acuff Rose Music
d.: Well, that’s interesting. I didn’t think that you and your mom got along that well. What changed when you moved in with her?
RALPH: She used to watch him from the window pane
He'd pretend to ride away
Right off into that setting sun
He always loved to play make believe
In a back yard western movie scene
He'd say mama watch me and my horses run
By the time he could drive his daddy's old truck
He couldn't get gone fast enough
He was red taillights and a pedal to the floor
She always tried to steer him right
He'd sneak in around midnight
But she wouldn't sleep till he walked back through the door
When she lays her head down, he's all she prays about
That no matter how far he may roam
He'll stay strong and stay wild and know he's his mama's child
And that he can always find his way home
She'll worry like she does cause there's no kind of love
Like the one between mothers and sons
Now she's always waiting on Sunday night
For the phone to ring and the clothes to dry
Minutes fly by when he finally calls
She does her best to play it tough
Fights back the tears when they hang up
Yeah just yesterday he lived right down the hall
When she lays her head down, he's all she prays about
That no matter how far he may roam
He'll stay strong and stay wild and know he's his mama's child
And that he can always find his way home
She'll worry like she does cause there's no kind of love
Like the one between mothers and sons
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Cassidy Lynn / Daniel Stephen Wilson / Paul Bogart
Mothers & Sons lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
D.: Well, that’s all the time we have for today, folks. I need to get this kitten to a kitty psychologist. He has a serious Oedipuss complex!
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